Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of bloody smell rushed into his nasal cavity, Jiang Bai stretched out his hand to rub it, but there was nothing.

Director Zhou said that this was the impression before amnesia.The human brain will lose memory due to trauma and stimulation, but the body will not.Smell, hearing, muscles, nervous system, lymphatic system...they are alive and well.

His memory was cheated, but his body was not.

"Sit down first, let's talk about family matters." Jiang Wenhui's blood vessels constricted all over his body, and he couldn't wait to take an antihypertensive drug.So far, he and Xiao Yongmu dare not recall the scene of their son's accident.

There was a long path of steps, and I fell from the head to the bottom, then fell down a high platform of more than 5 meters, and fell into the grass.There was no trauma to the head, but the blood flowed into a river, all in the nasal cavity.There is only such a son in the family, and it is a disaster.

"One family? One family can lie to me?" Jiang Bai asked back, hearing Jiang Bai crying and cursing at the age of 15. The former self and the present self shared the same body, squeezed into a ball, squeezed each other, stepped on each other, and fell heavily together. .

"Mom and Dad didn't lie to you." Xiao Yongmu covered his heart, feeling dizzy, "Mom and Dad...for you...why are you ignorant of a child? You won't know how difficult it is to be a parent until you have a child in the future. "

"Didn't you lie to me?" Jiang Bai just found it funny, "From the time of my accident to the people I know, you have told me the truth? How do you explain Fu Yu's matter? You say she is my girlfriend, I kiss her." She, she doesn't like me at all! Instinctive reactions can't fool people, can they?" He pinched the armrest of the seat, "Just because I like Fucheng? Are you so relieved that you changed everything I did?"

Jiang Wenhui and Xiao Yongmu were standing and sitting next to each other, their faces were like torn white paper.

"What do you like or not? You are still young." Jiang Wenhui said, "We don't know any Fucheng either."

"When you mention Fucheng, you say I'm still young? That's not what you said when you told me that you like Fu Yu. Don't interfere with my feelings, is this what you said?" Jiang Bai put himself together piece by piece "I know Fucheng. I started to learn lion dance when I was 4 years old. I learned from Fucheng's father, who was in the Fujia class. His uncle is also my uncle, and his younger brothers Qiu Li and Qing Rang are also my younger brothers. I also learned martial arts for dancing. Lion, why didn't you tell me this!"

"Help me get a tablet." Xiao Yongmu was really uncomfortable, with a sudden pain in his heart.Jiang Wenhui gave her the medicine, and she took a piece, facing her son who had grown up but was no longer filial.

My own child was pregnant for 10 months, and it hurt for a day and a night.She shook her head: "You really...forgot about your parents, and just listened to outsiders talking nonsense, when your mother was pregnant with you..."

"I didn't let you conceive me, and I didn't force you to give birth. You can't put your complaints about my father and my grandparents on me." Jiang Bai was no longer affected, and finally understood what he was fighting internally. What is the feeling of sleepiness.It's guilt, because I can't remember the guilt, because I didn't do as well as before, I owe my parents and everyone.

"I can't remember." Jiang Bai shook his head, "I know I'm sorry for you. But I don't want to be sorry for myself. You lied to me like this. Didn't you think that if I recovered, would I hate you to death? You are right ups and downs City? What if I suddenly remembered 20 years later, Fucheng? He just waited stupidly!"

Xiao Yongmu looked at his husband.

Jiang Wenhui immediately said: "You're losing your nerve now. We don't know Fucheng, and we don't know what he said to you. You can't listen to outsiders for asking you to find your parents."

"He is my junior brother." Jiang Bai finally shouted, "Do you know that Fucheng committed suicide for me?"

"Did he tell you this?" Jiang Wenhui asked, the situation was still in chaos.

Jiang Bai was really tired, and suppressed his anger. On the one hand, he was related to his parents who had a blood relationship with him, and on the other hand, he was his junior brother who had been raised since he was 4 years old. "Fucheng didn't say anything, he's stupid, he doesn't say anything. If he did, I wouldn't have to guess every day. He was in my room during the National Day holiday, and I brought him back."

"What?" the parents said in unison.

"I hid him in the closet. He said he was afraid of making trouble for others, so he didn't dare to go out. I brought him back, and I secretly raised him." Jiang Bai took out his student ID card in Fucheng, and showed his student status, "He transferred to another school. , came to look for me from Chongde to Zhengshan, and even squatted a level for me, next year he should take the college entrance examination."

Xiao Yongmu turned his face away, not looking at the photo on his student ID card.I don't want that boy's face to appear in my home, not even a photo.

"He committed suicide twice. The first time was to scare the people who sent him to the clinic, and the second time was because something happened to me." Jiang Bai put away his student ID card, and the school registration page clearly stamped Chongde's school name in the second semester of high school. Poked, "Are you the ones who sent Fucheng to get medical treatment?"

The time-telling bird of the clock rushed out of the cage door and yelled, Jiang Bai's schoolbag on the ground was scattered, and stationery fell all over the floor.

"Is it you?" Jiang Bai asked. He couldn't think of anyone else except his parents. "Someone told me that the year Fucheng went to the clinic was the third year of junior high. I arrived in Shenzhen in the third year of junior high. So, I just left, and you noticed Something went wrong and he was sent for treatment? Did you do it?"

Jiang Wenhui and Xiao Yongmu did not answer.

"How can you say that about your parents?" Xiao Yongmu said.

"Okay, I'll pay back what I owe you." Jiang Bai put his right hand into his pocket, "I don't want this eye, anyway, it's not mine, it's your former son's. I'll pay you back!"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wenhui stepped forward, "What are you going to do!"

Jiang Bai pinched the compass in his pocket and stabbed at his left eye, not to force his parents, but because he really didn't want it anymore.The eye was never his.When it was clean, he left.

Only then did Jiang Wenhui see the compasses, and it was too late to grab them, so he had to rush over and hit his son hard.The compasses hit the wrong direction and passed through Jiang Bai's left temple, red blood flowed down the cheekbone.

He raised his face to look at his parents, and his left eye seemed to cry a tear of blood.For whom did I cry.

"I don't know how long I can remember, whether it will get worse, and which day it will get worse. I don't want to forget Fucheng again." Jiang Bai threw down the compasses, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit that you lied to me, I don't want to see you again to you."

"Son! Son!" Xiao Yongmu yelled in fear, even more frightened than when he saw his son being rescued last time.It seems that this time is really going to lose him, saving a life, but not the relationship.

"Don't look for me, just pretend you never gave birth to me." Jiang Bai picked up his schoolbag and slammed the door away.

Xiao Yongmu stood up and took a few steps, then fell back on the sofa to catch his breath.Jiang Wenhui also took a few steps forward, and sat down on the dining chair with his legs softened.Director Zhou reminded them that tampering with the patient's memory will only lead to the separation of family ties, and no real link can be produced.The memory gap created by them is broken before their eyes today.He rushed into his son's bedroom, cleaned it up, took nothing, and his son just left.

Fu Cheng stood outside the courtyard of Nanfeng Hall and knocked on the gate.

"Who?" asked the courtyard, opened a crack in the door, widened the gap, and immediately ran out of the courtyard full of excitement, "Good guy, who am I supposed to be? This is not the leader of Fu's class." ?"

"Your father is here! Return the flag to me!" Fu Cheng kicked open the gate of the courtyard.

The people who were practicing in the yard jumped off the stakes one after another, and the person who opened the door called Yan Shou: "Are you looking for a fight? Who told you to kick the door of my house?"

Fucheng not only kicked, but also stepped in. "Your father can kick if he wants to, and return my class flag to me!"

Yan Shou sneered. "Return it to you? Your father and uncle lost to us, why should you pay it back? Don't you understand the rules of the lion walk? Even if you want to come to get it, you have to compete with your partner. If you win, you take the flag! If you lose, you Kneel and kowtow!"

"Knock you, uncle!" Fucheng rushed in. Nanfengtang has developed well in recent years, and there are many people dancing lions and dragons. There is only one page left for you..."

"Get out!" Yan Shou, who was a few years older than Fucheng, kicked him over, "Is this fucking your place? How dare you break in?"

Fucheng continued to walk in until he was surrounded by people from Nanfengtang. "What are you doing? Want to fight? I'm afraid you won't be your grandfather today! Come on!"

I don't know who knocked Fucheng down.Fucheng went up and fought back, and it wasn't considered a beating, but there were too many of them, and they were blasted to the gate of the courtyard.

"I really think of myself as an onion!" Yan Shou punched him.

"If I were a green onion..." Fucheng laughed while holding back the pain, "You're a fucking live leek, the lower half was chopped off, and the upper half has no neck!"

Yan Shou froze for a moment, then punched him again.Fu Cheng bent his neck and pressed his head against Yan Shou's ribs.

"What's the matter with taking the flag?" Fu Cheng rubbed his chin and spit, "Originally... it belonged to my family. You violated the rules by accepting my family's flag, why..."

Yan first rubbed his ribs. "Why? Just because there are people in my family! How many lions do you have in your house? It's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk!"

"Even if the half of my head is left, I will take the flag back!" Fu Cheng only accepted death, "You have a lot of family members? I'll ask my senior brother to come and beat you up!"

"Come on, return your senior brother? Bah!" Yan Shou led someone to yell at him, "I let go today, your senior brother is here, and we don't compete in lion dance, just take away your family's broken class flag! If your senior brother doesn’t come, take the flag away and make a dream!” With a final kick, “Others can’t do it anymore, if you have the ability, call Jiang Bai back!”

In November, there was a thunder in the sky, and Fucheng was kicked out of the gate of Nanfeng Hall.

When Qiu Li and Qing Rang found Fucheng, it seemed that it was going to rain. Who would have thought that there would be thunderstorms in November.Gao Ang went to their uncle to admit his mistake, saying that Fucheng was unwilling to open the door for fear that something would happen to him in the courtyard.The uncle's legs and feet are inconvenient, so he called them to go to the lion hall to have a look.

As a result, the door of the Lion House was wide open, and it was empty inside, without even thinking about it, Qiu Li and Qing Rang expected that Fucheng must have come here.

Because the class flag was his heart disease, if it wasn't for taking back the flag and burying their master, I guess Fucheng would never find a fixed lion's tail in this life, just waiting for Jiang Bai foolishly.

"Let's go, let's go back first." Qing Rang lifted Fucheng from the ground, his face was broken, "Go back and rest, when you rest, I will take Qiu Li to bury Nanfeng Hall."

Qiu Li ruthlessly patched the door of Nanfeng Hall, and helped Qing Rang lift Fucheng up.

It's really going to rain, the sound of thunder is getting closer, and there will be a heavy rain that does not match the solar terms.When Fucheng returned to his courtyard, the deserted atmosphere contrasted sharply with Nanfeng Hall. No matter how new the piles were, no matter how good the business was, it was useless. There was no one, these were just decorations.

I can't keep it. There are fewer and fewer people who like the Southern Lion, and even fewer people practice it. There are more and more things that are more beautiful and fun than the Southern Lion. I can't keep it.

One person is missing, no one will dance the lion with him.Fucheng went back to the house, opened the cabinet, and took out his father's lion head. The lion head was tucked into his trouser waist, and he got on the stake by himself.

White flowers and osmanthus horns are known by heaven and earth.The southern lions of Fujia were reduced by half.

"Fu..." Qiu Li wanted to tell him to come down.

Qing Rang grabs Qiu Li. "Let him be quiet, he can bear it. When he recovers, it's better to discuss how to get the class flag back."

Qiu Li gritted his teeth. "It's fine if you can't grab it!"

Qing Rang shook his head, not to mention that there are so many people in Nanfeng Hall, whether the three of them can be snatched back, the master is buried in the ground for safety, if he knows that Ban Qi was brought back by three apprentices after being beaten, he may not be able to rest in peace.

"Then what can you do?" Qiu Li was discouraged for a while, seeing Fu Cheng jumping forward and back on the pile, and he was alone, "Our two families are both swaying, and there is no one who can fight."

"You can't fight." Qing Rang sighed, "If Jiang Bai was here, he wouldn't let us fight."

Fucheng's movements slowed down, and when he reached the highest pile, he threw the lion's head down, and squatted on it alone.I don't know what I'm thinking.

"You can't fight." Qing Rang was thoughtful, "I need to ask the elders of Lion Walk to come forward to this matter..."

The sound of pushing the door broke their train of thought, Jiang Bai came back carrying Zhengshan schoolbag.

Qiu Li was stunned. "Teacher..." Brother he hesitated for a while and did not call out. Originally, he and Qing Rang were leaning on the pile to chat, but they stood up straight in an instant, dusted off their pants, for fear of being scolded for their poor posture.Since they were young, they were all in charge of Jiang Bai. If they got into trouble or failed in the exam, they dared not tell their parents and master, Jiang Bai would solve it.

But no, Qiu Li relaxed again, Jiang Bai forgot about them.

Qing Rang could see something in Jiang Bai's eyes, he punched Qiu Li, accompanied by the rumbling sound of distant thunder, something was different.

When the wood encounters thick soil, it will grow, and there is only one rain.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and the sky in the afternoon was not bright at all, with white flashes looming.The silence in the courtyard is like a thick layer of oil poured on the surface of the water, lifeless and waiting for someone to jump out.

Fu Cheng crouched on the pile and wiped his face, then turned his head while wiping.

Jiang Bai stood in front of Qiu Li and Qing Rang, holding up the lion head of Fujiaban.

"Senior brother?" Fucheng stood up, jumped to the low pile without hesitation, and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with your face?" Jiang Bai was wrapped in sweat, and the person in the dream ran all the way and turned around to show his face, and finally saw who he had been watching behind his back.He loves to laugh and calls him Brother Si. He hugs him to eat popsicles, and pulls off his vest to warm his belly.I bought him buns with vegetarian stuffing, but I didn't like to eat them, so I broke off the skin of the buns and blew the stuffing into his mouth.Naturally stubborn, crying and begging to open his crotch, he was reluctant to let him open, and he suddenly rebelled when he grew up, clamoring for ear piercing and collarbone nails, he was worried, so he did it himself and helped him find a hospital.There is a small pear dimple on the face, and two deep waist dimples on the back.Wearing white socks and stepping around, the soles of the socks are dirty like kitten pads.

"The face..." Fucheng's nose was sour, and he held back with all his strength, "I was beaten, bullied, bullied no one in my family."

"Who hit it?" Jiang Bai's left temple was bloody, and the smile along the way remained until now, "Brother, I will take you out."

Under the thunder, the young lion dancers stood together again, as if they had not been separated since they were 4 years old.